Page 85 of Beneath the Blindfold

She gave me a look like I was driving a hard bargain. I loved how she was still polite and humble after she’d gotten a taste of fame. The Kentucky girl her parents had raised right was still there.

“Fine,” she said, issuing a loud sigh. “I guess this will have to suffice.” She faked disgust. “It’s all just so huge and beautiful.”

“I know, it’ll be difficult.” I glanced toward the doorway leading back to the living area. “You hungry? Want some wine?” The fridge and pantry had been stocked with everything on the list Sato sent over earlier this week.

Anna looked around the room, and I didn’t miss the way she eyed the inviting bed. “Aren’t you tired? You didn’t sleep during the flight.” She checked the screen of her phone and did the math in her head. “It’s like three in the morning for you.”

I was tired, but from the second we’d stepped off the plane, I felt a ticking clock. I only had so many days to convince her to give us a shot and wasn’t going to waste time sleeping. I shrugged. “I can rally.”

A shy smile on her? Jesus, it was hot. She tilted her head toward the bed. “Sorry, I think I need to crash. That way I’ll be ready to go tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” Unlike her, I wasn’t any good at acting, but I did my best not to look disappointed. “Well,” I said, “see you tomorrow, then. Good night.”

“Good night.”

As I turned around and headed for the door, unease filled my gut. Was I imagining it, or had relief flashed through her expression?

She stole my focus as I took a beer from the fridge and rolled my suitcase into my room, only to discover I’d grabbed a soda instead. I was too lazy to go back to the kitchen and get what I wanted. Besides, what Ireallywanted was in the bedroom across the hall. Was I going to be able to dig myself out of whatever hole I’d put myself in?

I yanked off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and undid my jeans, but each movement was slower than the last. Now that I was alone, exhaustion creeped in. I snapped off the lights and climbed into bed, desperate for sleep. Would I dream about her again? I did practically every time my head hit the pillow.

Last night I’d dreamt she was sitting in my lap, wearing only a bra and underwear and her mouth attached to mine. I’d undone the clasp at her back and pulled the bra straps down off her shoulders, but she didn’t give me time to look at her perfect breasts. She’d slid down to the floor, kneeling between my legs.

As I thought about the part where she’d wrapped her lips around my dick, I reached under the covers and palmed myself. I was already half-hard. And, yeah, I was tired as hell, but the ache for her wasn’t going away.

I’d have to be quiet. The villa was nice, but all the windows were open, and the walls seemed to be paper thin. Across the hall, I could hear Anna moving around in her enormous room, unzipping her suitcase and getting ready for bed.

I shoved my hand under the waistband of my boxers and closed my fist tight around my cock. Thinking about the dream with her so close by made it more vivid. I pictured her pink lips sliding up and down on me and matched the tempo with my own fist. My breathing picked up as I imagined the sensation of her wet tongue swirling over my skin.

Blood rushed loudly in my ears as I went faster. I was so fucking hard, it was unreal. Being around her all day intensified my desire, teasing me. I needed release. I pumped my hand harder, stroking down the length and twisting as I came back up.

As I got right to the edge, a faint hum drifted from her room. I stopped moving so I could focus on the sound better. Was she brushing her teeth with an electric toothbrush? I hadn’t heard the water running. What was making that buzzing noise?

It became crystal clear when a faint sigh rang out.

Fuck me!

I’d know that sigh anywhere. It played on a continuous loop in my brain since the first time I’d seen her movie. Anna had given a similar breathy moan during the first sex scene where she was strapped to a table.

Only this sigh? It was real.

I froze in place, wanting to press my ear to my door so I could hear every detail better, but I was sure if I moved I’d come. So, I lay in the bed, my dick in my hand, listening to her soft moans that were pure torture. Her bed creaked, and I heard her shifting around, and I pictured her writhing on the sheets, the vibrator pressed between her gorgeous legs.

She came quickly, judging by the sharp gasp and how the buzzing ceased.

It took one pump of my hand, and I was done for. I slapped my free hand out and balled the pillow beside me in a fist, clenching my jaw. As the pleasure rocketed through me, I strangled back my groan through tight teeth.

Was there any chance she’d been thinking about me, like I’d been thinking about her?

SIX

Anna

I clasped my snorkel and mask in one hand, and my fins in the other, and leaned back until I was floating on the surface of the Pacific Ocean. The private beach was part of a bay, so during low tide it was relatively calm. The sun overhead was warm and made all the colors more vibrant. The lush volcanic mountains looming nearby were bright, beautiful green, and the water stretched around me was turquoise blue.

This place was paradise.

I circled my hands in the water and kicked my feet to keep me from drifting too far away. Jamie and I had spent most of the morning out here, watching fish dart around the coral that was only a few feet below us. We hadn’t spotted any dolphins yet, but when Jamie discovered a sea turtle, he grabbed my hand to get my attention.

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